#that isn’t ‘speaking piglin’

[amberstormblade]

Girl Help I became possessed and wrote over 1000 words for the Viking-Piglin AU I came up with the other day. I don't know how this happened and I'm slightly scared that it will happen again. Enjoy

Part Two

It all started off so simply. Joy was trying to make a potion that would allow her to speak with piglins. She was always needing Nether materials and it would be nice to have the ability to trade again since the villagers still hadn’t forgiven her for the incident that had taken place oh so long ago. It was hopefully in its final stages, she just needed some help testing it. That’s where Legundo, the server’s resident piglin hybrid, came in. She would drink the potion, ask him to say some things in his native tongue and see if it was properly translated. Then, she would say some things and he would let her know what language he heard them in. They both decided it would be best to test this at Joy’s house to keep any mishaps contained since her more customized potions could be a bit wild. It wasn’t until they were walking up the path that Legundo noticed something strange.

“Hey hey hey! Wait a second, did you see that?” Legundo asked as they approached. “Seems you have a bit of a haunted house!” There’s a laugh in his voice as they both stop and peek through the window at what was clearly Viking, rummaging through Joy’s rather unorganized potion collection. 

“Oh! Maybe he needs more fire resistance? The poor guy keeps running out. Maybe he’d be interested in testing my newest potion out with us! I’ll go ask and-”

“Wait!” Legundo stopped walking and put a hand on Joy’s shoulder. He gave her a mischievous grin. “Viking’s always scaring people by just showing up out of nowhere, right? I say we give him a taste of his own medicine! He’s got his back to us right now so as long as we stay quiet and take it slow… Oh yeah, this is gonna be great!”

The two nod at each other and carefully make their way to the door. Legundo took the lead as they snuck through into the sitting room area that had been taken over by Joy’s latest project. Surprisingly, Viking still hadn’t noticed them, too focused on all of the potions that had been haphazardly pushed to the side. Legundo took a deep breath as Joy did her best to stifle her giggling. 

Just as it looked like Viking was going to turn around, Legundo screamed, “BELL NOISES!” causing Viking to jump and let out a high pitched screech, almost seeming to phase out of the physical world for a second.

Legundo and Joy shared a laugh at Viking’s shriek. They were quick to stop when they heard the shattering of glass. The shimmering red cloud that had escaped the potion bottle was instantly drawn towards the phantom, mingling with his semi corporeal form. 

“Guys,” there’s a tremble in Viking’s voice, ”I don’t- Something doesn’t feel riGH- AH!” He’s suddenly clutching his chest as the potion properly takes hold. He grits his teeth, trying to keep from screaming as it suddenly feels like he’s burning from the inside out. His knees give out as tears begin streaming down his face, the only thing keeping him from bashing his head on the floor are the sudden arms around him. He’s not quite sure who caught him, but he doesn’t have it in him to care as he curls into them and screams. The noise tears its way out of his throat as he feels as his spine almost seems to twist. He vaguely thinks he hears someone mention milk and someone else say it’s too dangerous and the thought would almost be funny if his mouth hadn’t just been filled with blood as something forces its way out of his gums. There’s a weird sensation in his chest, like someone has pushed two observers together and set off a piston with them. If he wasn’t in a constant state of almost dead, he’d think it was a heartbeat and that it was dangerously high. His screams reach an impossible volume and the arms around him just hold tighter, seeming to not care how the hand that isn’t glued to his chest is practically clawing into theirs. Through the pain and confusion he thinks he can feel leather, a belt of sorts, thinks he can fit a face to the arms but then the agony crescendos and all he can think is that he’s dying again and he’d never get the answers he was looking for. He thinks someone tells him to breathe. He wants to laugh, say that he’s not needed to do that in a long time, has only been doing it lately to keep the others from freaking out more. His lungs are burning. That can’t be right though because he doesn’t have any, shouldn’t have any. In a haze he sees what he thinks is his hand but it’s not right, it’s a pale but no longer transparent with thicker, almost claw-like nails on the end and that’s not right. He’s not alive, not really so why isn’t he transparent anymore? The burning has stopped but he still feels warmer than he has since he died. That weird pounding is still going on in his chest as well. He sucks in a breath, and then another. Noise starts filtering back to him and he realizes he’d stopped screaming at some point. The chest he’s leaned against rumbles as the person speaks.

“That’s it, just like that. Keep breathing, you’re doing great.” A calm and gentle mantra, the tone almost unfamiliar when coming from Legundo. This close to him and the man almost seems to purr. They’ve started gently swaying, rocking side to side as the tears finally slow. “Hey bud, you seem to be coming back, that’s great.” His voice stays at an almost whisper and he starts rubbing circles on Viking’s back.

On first attempt to speak, all that comes out is a hoarse croak, leaving him coughing until Joy comes over with both a bottle of water and a clearly labeled healing potion. Viking alternates sips of each until he feels like trying again. “G-guys? What just happened-” a cough escapes his throat, making him wince. “What happened to me?” There’s still the weird movement in his chest but it’s slowed, he’s starting to think that it actually is a heartbeat but still doesn’t know why.

“That potion you dropped,” Joy starts, looking nervously around the room, “That was a highly experimental project I was working on. I was calling it a Nether Potion for now. It turns things into their Nether counterpart.” She nods at some crimson roots sitting in the corner. “Those used to be beetroots. It’s been two weeks since I dropped some of that potion on them and there’s been no sign of changing back. I never even thought about what it might do to a person but,” She pauses for a second, looking between him and Legundo, “It seems you two now have some things in common?” She cringes a bit at her attempt to make light of the situation.

“Wha-” before he could finish asking, Legundo cut him off.

“What she’s trying to say is that, you’re a piglin hybrid now. You’re alive again, Viking.”

#dominion smp #viking pilot #legundo #rnjoy #Viking Piglin AU #Dominion AU #I honestly don't know how this happened #I just wanted to write out a little snippet and it turned into a whole freaking chapter #am I an author now? That's too much responsibility! I'm not cool enough to be an author!

[lookinghalfacorpse]

hear me out:  c!dream as objectively, undeniably beautiful.

i like the idea that very few people on the server have actually seen his face.  sapnap and george have, of course, and maybe a few other members of the og eight, but after things started going downhill, he was very insistent on wearing the mask around everyone and was usually dressed in thick cloaks and heavy armor.  underneath all the layers, however, he is a very pretty boy.  he’s well-built, with broad shoulders and strong arms.  he’s powerful.  lean.  his face grants him a bit of androgyny; his eyelashes are full and thick, his features are delicate and thin, his eyes are bright, and his skin is sun-kissed.  

and don’t get me started on his voice.  smooth when he argues, charming when he laughs.  it’s easy to believe him when he talks.  besides that, however, most of his beauty is hidden.

maybe his mask was taken from him as he was put into the prison.  perhaps it was public, or maybe it was done in a private moment between him and sam.  either way, no one expected him to look like... That.  some people imagined him as a monster, whatever their private definition of that word was (a freak of nature with too many eyes?  a man with a lop-sided smile and yellow teeth?) but he is, in fact, just a boy.  and a good-looking one, at that.

some people are surprised.

sam is among them.  there’s some pride in being the one to unveil the monster, he thinks as he holds the mask in his hands, but he’s taken off-guard by what he sees.  he would never, EVER say this out loud, and it certainly doesn’t help the... Everything between the two of them.  sam isn’t self-aware enough to realize the exact ways which it affects them.  does looking into a pair of pretty green eyes make him Less likely to strike, or more?

quackity also notices.  quackity Does voice it.  (he Gets it, alright?  big q is also a beautiful boy and now he has this ugly scar across his face, and it’s terrible.  there’s opportunity for humiliation here.)  one time, after a session, he took the time to sit down and let dream know Exactly how he looked.  he pulled out his most vivid, poetic words to describe his newly hollowed cheeks, the darkness under his eyes that aged him, how terrible each new scar is.  he pokes at dream’s body with a blade as he speaks, using it like a pointer as he describes various flaws.  dream flinches.  dream might have cried.

(sam’s terrible realization is that dream is, somehow, still pretty.  in a torn-apart, fallen-angel type of way.  he would never, ever say it out loud.)

technoblade doesn’t see dream’s face until he walks into the cell himself (if dream hadn’t screamed his name so quickly, techno might not have known who he was).  he’s a piglin, but he’s lived with humans for many many years and he likes to think he’s familiar with the culture well enough to identify an attractive one when he sees them.  dream fits the description.  he’s starved and unhealthy, sure, but those eyes and lashes are so unmistakably pretty.  he doesn’t do anything with this new information, but he Does raise a brow in sam’s direction.

punz sees his face for the first time shortly after the breakout.  having next to no equipment or armor, dream hasn’t found a replacement for the mask and he makes no comment on it.  punz thinks (hopes?) that it might become regular between them; now that there’s nothing to hide, maybe dream will take the mask off more.  at least during quiet moments, you know?  the next time they meet, the mask is back on.  and the next.  and the next

dream is mostly unaware of how people react to him.  does he look more of a monster now?

#i know this isn't like A Hot New Take but it's a take i wanted to get my two cents in about lmao #dreblr #cdream #csam #ctechnoblade #cpunz #cdrunz #cawesamdream #c!awesamdream #c!dream #c!sam #c!technoblade #c!techno #c!punz #i hate tags i hate tags i hate tags #drabbles #i got more to say just give me a second lmao #pretty boy

[squishycheekanon]

Folklore!Piglin!Techno

The name

“You’re a Piglin.” You say with such venom that the golden man in front of you flinches, pulling back a little. He sighs placing the wine down in front of you next to the berries and meat, he eyes your body his rubies lingering on your chest, they sparkle when your nipples harden.

Out of instinct you cross your arms over your chest putting his fun to an end, he huffs but it’s more like a chuckle. He picks up a berry from your pile of food and offers it to you again, the stains on his hand becoming bigger.

“Come on fiðrildi, you must be a little hungry.” You shake your head pushing his hand away the berry falling on the floor with the movement. “svo þrjóskur.” The beast tilts his head at you a disapproving grunt emanating from his throat.

“Why am I here?” You demand trying your hardest to ignore the rumble of your tummy that makes the piglin’s face light up. The drums and music getting louder the more frustrated you became.

“You know what I am fiðrildi, you must know what it is you are doing here.” His smirk was wiped away by your scowl, he’d never seen anything so serious and unhappy in his life. He hated the sight of it. The fire in your eyes had only just relit itself again he couldn’t let you, yourself snuff it out.

“You are my bride.” He stated leaving no room for argument not that you could even talk, your shock too much to handle. Your eyes widened with a strong dizzy spell washing over you, no no no! You remember this in the song, the next verse something about a bride but you can’t think of the words. The crowned man stood and began to walk away, this infuriated you, how dare he say such a thing then just walk away!

“Oi! Come back here this instant!” You stormed after him while he looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll. “I am not your bride! I am engaged to another man!” You screeched not expecting him to whip around, the sound of fairy music and cheerfulness no longer surrounding you, no longer making you feel some what safe.

He laughs loudly, it's musical and haunting all at the same time, it pisses you off and lifts your spirits at the same time, “You are my bride to be fiðrildi, make no mistake about that.” He turns once again and is off, you glance behind you but the campfire, piglins and music are nowhere to be found. It slightly shocks you but with everything that’s happening you have to just push on.

A small voice in the back of your mind is whispering that you’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over but your gut is telling you to ignore it. This isn’t a dream.

With an irritated groan you begin following the Piglin beast, either that or be lost in the woods. The more you stare at him, study him you notice there’s an exotic naturalness to him. You are trying really really hard not to be attracted to him but your body seems to have a mind of its own, tingling when he speaks, butterflies when he looks at you.

You follow him to a large white tent, inside a big pile of pillows and blankets, “That’s your nest.” His whisper makes you jump, the breath on your skin hot and sinful, his chest pressed against your back and soon after his big arms circle your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder. His body felt so warm against yours, so good.

You should feel uncomfortable but unfortunately you don’t, you try to focus on the rest of the tent. The big chimney in the top middle, underneath it sat a little fire sat on a golden stump. To the left was a huge pile of gold, treasure and jewls. To the right was a bunch of different weaved baskets filled to the brim with food, drink, blankets, clothes and more.

At the back was the…nest?

“What’s a nest?” You mumble staring at the inviting pile of comforts.

“It’s where Piglin sleep and mate.” You almost choked on air at the latter, the word stood out to you pulling another memory of your Grandmother’s teachings to your mind. Mating is the most dangerous, once done you can never leave.

“But I’m not a Piglin so how is it mine?” You ask your mind fuzzy from the memory, the sound of her voice. She’s warning you and you’re not listening.

“Because you are mine.” A snarl had his lip curling, it sets your core on fire. Your lower abdomen cramping with desire, the rumbly deep hum says he knows.

You pulled away from his body stepping closer to the fire, it warmed you in the most innocent way it could, “I’m tired.” You muttered, you had only just realised how exhausted you felt, from falling asleep in your bed to waking up in the woods and meeting the Piglin man.

Your legs were shaking slightly, you needed to be asleep as soon as possible and funnily enough the man behind you agreed, “Come on then fiðrildi, into your nest.” The Piglin beast guided you onto the pile of blankets pulling one of the softest materials you’ve ever felt over your body. It was strange being spoken to like this, almost like a lover.

You watched through blurry eyes as the man stood and began to snuff out all the lights except for the dying fire in the middle of the room leaving a cozy ambience, he then pulled off all his jewellery and his crown.

“I don’t even know your name.” You slurred slightly your eyes fluttering close, the feel of the soft pillows lulling you to sleep. He got into the nest behind you, slipping under the large heavyweight blanket his hands finding your figure. He pulled you to him, inhaling your scent possessively before he spoke,

“Technoblade. You may call me eiginmaður.”

@victory-is-here

@simply-vulpecula

@lillianastuff

@megnotfound

@vanivivs

@angelicadiabolus

@itsberrydreemurstuff

@cherryblossomdelusion

@dreamwvrld

@lyn-soso

@fionamk1001

@maxismp1

@hungrycrazy

@bug-the-ghostie

@southerndragontamer

@rainymugpersonpalace

@when-you-cant-think-of-anything

@montygator17

#squishycheekanon #beefy!techno #squishtalks #squishysneekpeaks #squishyreblogs #squishycheekanonanswer #asks are appreciated #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp members #mcyt fanfiction #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt x reader #techno smut #technoblade imagine #techno x reader smut #techno x reader fluff #techno fluff #technoblade x reader smut #technoblade mcyt #technoblade fluff #technoblade smut #technoblade x reader fluff

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

My MC Headcanons (Piglins)

General Piglin Headcanons

• Piglins are simultaneously communal and independent creatures. They have communal housing that is hidden underground, since the further down they go the closer to the void they get and the colder it gets. Which, in the Nether, is the most optimal place for any non flame resistant mob to set up base. It’s also almost impossible to enter a piglin commune without being killed on the spot. If you thought bastions were dangerous to enter then it would be best to avoid piglin communes at all cost.

• Piglins also raise their young as a group, with each member of a ‘circle’ rearing the ‘piglings’ together once they’re old enough to walk around on their own. But before that, when piglings are still small enough to need milk, their ‘sows’ tend to them mostly as a pair. And both male and female piglin parents can produce milk for their farrow, to ensure one parent isn’t taking on the taxing activity by themselves.

• Now gold. The thing that Piglins are notorious for coveting. The gorgeous metal that will stop any piglin in its tracks just so it can gaze upon it, even if it’s full on aggro at the time. Piglins are smart, gold is a valuable resource, it's a naturally magical conductor and enchants easily (not true for all metals/minerals, emeralds are almost impossible to enchant). Piglins also figured out gold’s healing and medicinal properties long before humankind. If it weren’t for them then who knows how long we’d have gone without golden apples?

• Now on to Brutes. The strongest Piglin kind has to offer. And this is no coincidence. Brutes go through insanely hard training to get their titles once they’ve entered maturity. And they endure that painful training to protect their communes, which are always either directly under or within walking distance of the bastions they guard so fiercely. The bastion is actually sort of a red herring somewhat to trick any non Piglins (aka players) into thinking they got the prize so okay yes they can leave now, goodbye. Very clever of the Piglins.

• And speaking of bastions (and gold in general), the reason Piglins become so aggressive when they catch anyone taking from chests (besides the obvious, you know damn well those things aren’t yours) or mining gold is because Piglins have a ritual that they believe must be done before the acquisition of divine gold can be completed. It’s not a long ritual, it’s actually just saying a simple phrase in their native tongue, before accepting the gold/item. 

• The closest version of this we all (the players) have is when we say thank you when someone gives/gifts us something. We don’t think much of the act of them saying thank you really, it’s seen as quite insignificant... until it’s not there, then it’s a big deal. Now say we as a society placed an almost religious value on the act of saying thank you.. and suddenly the aggression Piglins show isn’t so strange.

• Their diets are omnivorous is nature, consuming almost anything they can chew and swallow. They’ve even been known to cannibalize their own kind under extremely harsh conditions. But when things are normal they’re known to eat a wide variety of foods, including but not limited to; Hoglin meat, Strider meat, Magma cubes, crimson fungus, warped fungus, and more. Needless to say, food sources are limited in the hellish dimension known as the Nether. So being picky isn’t really an option if you want to survive.

• And speaking of the Nether’s harsh climate, Piglins require water to survive, unlike most mobs in their dimension. Which sounds impossible to anyone who ever set foot there since water evaporates the moment it’s dispersed (aka tossed from a bucket). But water isn’t totally alien to the Nether. Without water fungi cannot grow or reproduce, so there is in fact water in the dimension. So in order to acquire water Piglins must harvest the giant fungi before filtering out the water from them so they have drinking water.

#minecraft #mc #minecraft headcanon #mc headcanon #minecraft piglins #mc piglins

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Oh also having emduo brainrot again

I was thinking about the dynamic between emperor Phil and just the feral piglin kid he found off in the woods or the nether somewhere.

Rambles below cut!

Maybe something like a kidnapping where some idiots tried to take Phil and he ended up lost and had to trek back to society so he could get picked up again.

On the way he goes through the nether and just sees an absolutely feral child / teen (havent decided yet) who probably doesnt even speak the same language.

There'd probably be a while where Phil is cautious of him and Techno is considering his chances on attacking him. Probably wants to rob Phil for his gold and maybe eat him after. Usual teen things.

At some point he probably does something that makes Phil brood. Maybe him just being a bit pathetic or getting hurt and very hesitantly reaching out for help from Phil. Obviously thats when he decides that Techno is in fact his baby now and starts to take him home.

Somewhere along the way theyd develop some form of communication. Probably just a couple of basic words they understand (yes, no, danger, hungry etc) and build off of that as a base.

Honestly I think theyd be pretty rough with each other. Techno is an unruly teenager / preteen and Phil is a mean emperor with little patience. Its not like they can talk through their feelings so they just have to be physical about it.

Techno wouldnt understand Phil calmly explaining why he cant maul a deer and dump it on his bed but he would understand Phil shaking his scruff and saying 'no ' and 'off' while pointing to the corpse on the bed.

Same goes for Phil. This man doesnt speak a word of piglin so the only real way that Techno can communicate a want for attention is by a) mauling a guard and making a mess in the hallway or b) tracking Phil down and just laying on him until he gets the message.

Combine this with the fact that Phil would absolutely enable Techno's violent tendencies its just a very fun mix. Tech probably only respects Phil as an authority figure (after fighting for it ofc) and simply ignores anyone else trying to tell him what to do.

Just imagine being one of the palace guards for a moment. The emperor goes missing for like 2 weeks and comes back with a random fucking teen who doesnt communicate outside basic words. Ok. Fine. Phils always been eccentric this can be chill.

The teen then just starts to maul your coworkers, brawl the emperor just in the halls unprompted and can only really be scolded by the man just holding him down and saying 'no' until it clicks.

The way that I'd just be so mad.

Anyway I think I just like the language and instinct barrier dynamic a lot. Like they both agree that they’re family and that they’d kill for each other but they can barely actually communicate with each other.

Technoblade probably isn’t even Techno’s name, Phil probably just butchered pronouncing his actual name and the boy decided “fuck it, close enough” and started responding to it.

It’s also funny to think that Techno doesn’t have a full understanding of royalty or that kind of dynamic so he’s just baffled on why everyone lets Phil be an asshole towards them.

Just a silly guy who’d think that every blonde is somehow related to Phil because they share the same ‘fur colour’.

#dory brainrots #feralblade au #decided to post from drafts #gotta clear those out

[cielcreations]

“Purple” - Desert Duo Dads

This is a direct continuation of "Our Precious Son"!

Also, this story will have STRICTLY PLATONIC shipping of Ranboo and Tubbo! Just like in lore, they got married for tax reasons, there is no romantic ties, they're just best friends who adopted Michael together and were like "Hey, marriage is a tax write off, let's do it."

"...Tubbo, have you ever seen... something dark? Like, a shadow with purple eyes? Or... anything with purple eyes?"

"Hmmm... no, not that I remember?"

"Okay, good. Promise me, if you see anything, and I mean anything with purple eyes, you call me immediately, okay?"

"Dad, what-"

"Just promise me, Tubbo. I just need you to promise me."

"...I promise."

"Good... I love you, Tubbo."

"I love you too, Dad. And you too, Pops." Tubbo smiled, "You guys are the best!"

 When Tubbo moved to the Dream SMP, he never thought he would actually see anything with purple eyes. He had met a lot of horrible, disgusting, and evil people. He met Dream, he met Quackity, he met Sam, he watched as Techno turned into an anarchist who craved violence and destruction. None of them had purple eyes. The only thing that had purple eyes were Endermen, but they never attacked unless you stared at them first.

He never would have thought he would be scared of one of his best friends.

***

Tubbo had become fast friends with Ranboo. They became such good friends, they made a small town together and adopted Michael, a cute baby zombie piglin who was left alone. They even got platonically married, just so they could make the Bee N Boo Hotel as well as for tax reasons. They became best friends and loving parents to the baby. Ranboo had become so comfortable with Tubbo, that he could stare into the goat hybrid's eyes without getting a headache (a side effect with being an Enderman).

Tubbo never would have thought he would have to be scared of the sweet, caring, awkward, and forgetful Enderman hybrid. There was no reason to be scared, there never should've been a reason to.

One night, Tubbo heard the front door slam, shivering at the cold wind that had entered their home. The brunette yawned and sat up, seeing it was still dark outside. He turned and blinked, seeing Ranboo's bed was empty, the white sheets thrown at the bottom of his mattress. The brunette groaned and pushed his yellow sheets down, going to Michael's room, seeing the baby still fast asleep. He smiled before climbing down the ladder and seeing a bit of snow in front of the closed front door.

Tubbo put his jacket on and opened the front door, calling out, "Ranboo?" He stepped onto the porch, "Ranboo...?"

The goat looked around and saw the Enderman standing in front of the frozen lake. The brunette blinked and walked over to the other, shivering a bit at the cold. He could hear Ranboo mumbling to himself, but couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

"Hey Boss Man!" Tubbo smiled, "What's going on, you okay?"

Ranboo went stiff.

"Ranboo? Are you-"

The Enderman turned around and pinned Tubbo to the floor. Tubbo yelped, the snow freezing his skin. Before he could get up, Ranboo wrapped his hands around Tubbo's neck, squeezing. The goat hybrid widened his eyes and gasped for breath, trying to push the other off, kicking his feet. He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes as Ranboo's hand squeezed tighter. 

"'A-'An-" Tubbo choked out before his eyes widened more.

The Enderman was speaking in a language he didn't understand, eyes glowing purple with a weird white symbol in his eyes.

This isn't Ranboo... Tubbo thought. He looked around frantically before thinking, Sorry Ranboo.

He kneed the Enderman in the stomach, who's grip loosened. He then kicked at Ranboo's groin, who cried out and let go. Tubbo pushed the other off, screaming as he ran back inside. He slammed the front door and locked it, climbing the ladder as he heard a bang and a shriek from Ranboo. He blocked the trapdoor with a dresser and ran into Michael's room, who had woken up from the noise.

He grabbed the baby and ran into his room, the piglin sobbing at the loud noise. Tubbo slammed his door and locked it, blocking it with a dresser before curling up in the farthest corner from the door. He heard another shriek as the Enderman tried to get past the dresser.

Michael sobbed more, "D-Dada-"

"S-Shhh, shhh!" Tubbo hushed, holding the baby in his chest, covering his mouth as he looked through his communicator, Come on, come on!

Their was another screech and the dresser was destroyed. Michael screamed into Tubbo's hand, curling into the brunette's chest. Tubbo sobbed as he heard growling and going into Michael's room. He finally found the contact he was looking for and clicked the call button, putting it to his ear. Come on, pick up, pick up!

"Hey son, aren't-"

"DAD, HELP!" Tubbo sobbed, "R-Ranboo, is being controlled a-and his eyes are purple w-with a weird white swirl a-and saying weird things! W-What do I do?!"

There was a loud shriek and Michael screamed, "D-DADA!" 

Tubbo screamed and hugged Michael tighter as Ranboo slammed against the door, "RANBOO, STOP!"

"Oh my fucking god-" His father growled, "HIDE, I'LL BE THERE SOON, I PROMISE!"

Tubbo and Michael screamed as the door was kicked open, destroying the dresser and door. Ranboo growled, eyes still glowing purple as he faced the brunette and piglin.

"D-Dada-" Michael hugged Tubbo, the brunette hugging him to his chest.

"R-Ranboo, p-please don't-!" Tubbo sobbed.

Ranboo shrieked and went to run over.

Suddenly, a dirty blonde man stood in front of the Enderman. He towered over them, his head hitting the roof. The dirty blonde was dressed in a dark purple robe, three sets of black wings with purple eyes on them, a purple halo around his head. Tubbo stared at the man's back as he caught Ranboo's wrist.

"Grian-" A voice, not Ranboo's, came from the Enderman's mouth.

"Leave. My son. And his husband. And their child. ALONE!" The dirty blonde screeched. Tubbo curled himself around Michael to protect the baby as the screech shook the house, windows breaking.

Thump!

Tubbo turned and watched at the dirty blonde shrunk to about 5'8, only a few inches taller than Tubbo. Two of his three sets of wings disappeared, the last set turning to look like a parrot's wings as he wore a red sweater and black jeans, no shoes. The brunette saw his platonic husband laying on the ground, face twisted in pain as he groaned. 

"R-Ranboo-"

"He's okay, probably just a headache at most." Grian reassured, turning to face Tubbo.

The boy gasped, "D-Dad, your eyes-!"

The dirty blonde's eyes were purple with the same weird white symbol. He blinked and groaned, holding his face before they turned back to their normal green color.

"D-Dad..."

"Get some sleep, Tubbo." Grian snapped, everything going back to normal, Ranboo now laying on his white bed, "I promise, I will explain everything in the morning."

Michael peaked out from Tubbo's chest, "...D-Dada... okay?"

"He's okay, sweetheart." Grian cooed, gently taking the baby, "Here, I'll take you to bed and make sure all the bad dreams go away." He began walking out of the room, "Close your eyes, and repeat after me. Bad dreams, go away-"

Tubbo didn't hear the rest, shakily walking to his bed. He got under the sheets and closed his eyes.

"Bad dreams, go away, I only want my good dreams to stay." Tubbo whispered to himself.

***

"T-Tubbo, Tubbo!" 

The brunette blinked, eyes fluttering open. He turned and gasped, hugging the other, "R-Ranboo!"

The Enderman blinked and hugged him back, "...W-What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"No... I-I just woke up and saw Grian and Scar were downstairs, taking care of Michael."

Tubbo pulled back and blinked, eyes wide. He began to shake, grabbing the other's hair, Ranboo confused and trying to ask what was wrong. Tubbo climbed down the ladder, Ranboo following.

Once they were down on the main floor, they saw Grian finishing breakfast and Scar happily playing with his grandson.

"Dad...? Pops...?" Tubbo said.

The two turned and Scar smiled brightly, the cat centaur standing up. He placed Michael on his back and walked over to the brunette.

"Hey, kiddo!" Scar hugged Tubbo, "How are you?"

Tubbo blinked, "...What happened last night...?"

Scar stiffened and turned to Grian. The dirty blonde hummed and turned off the stove as he faced the three.

"Hey, I'll take Michael on a small walk around Snowchester!" Scar exclaimed, grabbing the baby from his back and holding him up, "We'll have lots of fun!"

"Ah, wait-" Ranboo called but the cat centaur was gone before he could say more.

Grian set two plates of breakfast down on the table, "Sit. We have a lot to talk about."

Tubbo and Ranboo sat next to each other, Grian sitting across from them.

The Enderman blinked, "Sooooo what happened?"

"The people who attached and took control of Ranboo last night are called Watchers." Grian said, skipping to the point, "They're Gods who are only suppose to watch certain worlds, hints the name. They are not meant to interact with the human world. They... they just want to watch humans struggle... for fun." He clenched his fists, "And... I was one of those people they watched. They took an interest in me, I guess, so when I was suppose to die, they offered me a deal."

"...So you became a Watcher?" Ranboo asked.

Grian nodded, "...I did. I had lost Scar for the first time. In a state of grief, I was offered immortality, allowed to have everything I wanted with a snap of my fingers. Well... almost everything. I couldn't get Scar back and... well, I accepted the deal because, with my powers, I could relive those memories over and over, almost like Scar had never died in the first place."

"Wait, Pops died?" Tubbo asked.

"He did. But, obviously, he's alive now." Grian clenched his fists, "He was reincarnated, rebirthed, respawned, whatever you want to call it. When it first happened and I saw him again... I ran away from the Watchers. I went to Earth and hugged Scar, telling him I loved him, that I missed him, that everything is okay. But he didn't remember me." The dirty blonde held up his pinky finger, "Something that Watchers can see is called a String of Fate. It's basically a string that allows the Watcher to see who are soulmates. Well..." He snapped his other finger.

The brunette and Enderman saw a purple string, floating and leading outside as it turned into a red gradient.

"You're soulmates with Papa..." Tubbo said.

"Exactly. No matter what, we were soulbound, we were destined to be together. It didn't matter that he had died and I had become a Watcher, we were meant to be together. And with me being a Watcher... it meant I could just help Scar." Grian lowered his hands, the string disappearing, "I thought I could just leave. I didn't want to be one anymore so I thought if I just went to Earth, acted like a human, they would strip me of my powers. I stayed with Scar, spent human years with him, he fell in love with me again and my love only grew strong. But they... they didn't like that and they..." Grian's eyes turned purple, "They killed Scar in front of me."

Both gasped in response.

"'He will come back, he always does.' 'Part of being a Watcher is watching the same people do different things.' 'You must not interfere.' Those are the things they told me." Grian hissed, "Excuse my language, but fuck that! Scar is my husband, he will forever be my husband no matter what they said. I am not going to just sit there and watch my friends and people I consider family die over and over and over and not do a single thing! So, I kept running away." He hummed, "I would wait for him to be reborn, get back to him, we would fall in love, I'd tell him my secret, give him back memories of the previous lives, he would eventually die, and I do it all again. That was my cycle.

The other Watchers didn't like that. They tried their best to stop me. They would kill me but, when your a Watcher, it just meant being reborn with a new scar. They would mock me, tell me there's no point, that it's worthless. The would kill Scar to stop me. But nothing worked. I kept going. I became a Watcher thinking I would never see him again and I only ever wanted to love one person. But now that I knew he was always going to be there? I wasn't letting go."

Grian sighed, "When they realized I wasn't going to leave it alone... they just let me do it. I still have my powers, obviously, and they occasionally show up to taunt me, but I thought that was it." He clenched his fists, "But... when they attacked you both.... that's the first time they acted out of line." He held his face in his hands, "Tubbo, Ranboo, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I thought that if I never told you, you would be safe. If you never knew, you should've been fine. Ignorance is bliss. But... they have no boundaries, I guess." He looked at them, "That's why I only told you, if you see something with purple eyes? Call me. I'm glad you did but... now I know I have a lot more work to do."

Tubbo and Ranboo were in silent in shock.

The goat hybrid hesitated before he clenched hi fists, "H-How... How many times...? How many times did you re-meet Pops?"

Grian clenched his fists, ".........5,678 times, including this one."

"...And me? How many times did... did you meet me?"

"Including this time?" He hummed, "Once." He smiled at the brunette, "I never wanted kids because I was scared of this sort of thing happening, but... when we found you Tubbo, I took one look and I told myself 'No matter what hell the Watchers put me through, I will protect this child my life.'" He smiled, "You are my pride and joy, Tubbo, and I would do anything to protect you and Scar."

Tears came to Tubbo's eyes and ran over to his dad, hugging him, "I-I love you, Dad!"

"I love you too, kiddo." Grian wrapped the brunette in his wings, "I love you too..."

#hermitcraft #hermit #hermitcraft grian #grian x scar #grian #grian minecraft #scar x grian #scrian #hermitcraft goodtimeswithscar #tubbo #tubbo_ #dream smp #dream smp au #mcyt #hermitcraft x dream smp #hermitshipping #scarian

[illwilledomen]

My headcanons for each new (and the 2 ogs) default skin!

Sunny

They/Them

Tall and wide, they might seem a little intimidating at first but they are a gentle soul. Very mechanically inclined, Sunny knows the ins and outs of redstone like the back of their hand. They are very laid back, and regard others with quiet interest, never involving themselves in the quarrels of others and being the peacemaker of the group. Very close friends with Makena.

Their amputated arm is a result of having caught Withering in their younger years of traversing the Nether. The stump left behind is in a state of rapid necrosis and Sunny has made a truce with a local witch in order to get medication to keep the curse at bay. Sunny doesn’t like to go into the details of what occurred that made them end up with the curse, however they are more than happy to instead discuss the regular mechanical additions they make to their prosthetic arm, such as turning it into a makeshift Swiss Army knife, or replacing the hand with a large scoop specifically for collecting frog spawn.

Makena

She/Her

Makena has a bubbly and energetic personality, always keen to make a new friend and barrage them with questions about their botanical knowledge. She has a green thumb, and in her free time she’ll be either gardening or baking. She wears villager attire and has a lot of villager-like mannerisms (such as hiding her hands) - this is because she was adopted and raised in a village! She is fiercely protective of her villager family, and will hit you with a trowel if you so even attempt to threaten them.

She is also very fond of bees, and in turn, the local bees are fond of her.

Kai

He/They

A wannabe warrior, however his scrawny build and cowardice in the face of danger tends to stop them in his tracks. While he can be a bit emotional and short tempered at times, they, at heart, care deeply for his friends. Has a little allay friend called Pickpocket, who, hence the name, has a habit of thievery.

Alex

She/they

Tall and broad shouldered, with a large slit lip and a freckled face. Aloof and distrustful of anyone who isn’t Steve. Blunt and doesn’t really get social cues. Not the most talkative person (when she isn’t with Steve). Them and Steve are smitten with one another. Has a sarcastic and mischievous sense of humor.

Steve

He/They

A short and chubby man. Awkward goofball. While a skilled fighter when he knows his enemy, he tends to lose his skill to his nerves when startled. Hates spiders. Loves Alex. Easily trusting due to his yearning for human connection, which doesn’t always work in his favour.

(Nothing for Zuri because I don’t have any ideas for them yet, sorry!)

Efe

They/them

Cold and harsh, tall and wearing a permanent expression of dissatisfaction. Efe is a particularly skilled alchemist. They are a stark contrast to Makena, being anti-social and dismissive. They were also raised by illagers.

Ari

She/He/They

Average height with a round face and freckles. Absolute gremlin. She’s always up to mischief. Loves practical jokes and chaos. Also a redstoner, however they are nowhere near as proficient as Sunny (expect to see some kind of violent explosion coming from his house whenever she’s working on something)

Noor

He/him

A nether cartographer, and due to this, has many burns and scars as well as baggy eyes from nether sickness (body adjusting to extradimensional conditions) and lack of sleep (unless you like becoming multiple small pieces of flesh, do not sleep in the nether). A surprisingly good cook, despite the lack of edible food in the nether. Gets along well with piglins and can speak nether sign language fluently (a pidgin of piglin-speak, used for inter species communication as humans physically cannot pronounce piglin words due to different anatomy). Pretty chill and has a good sense of humour, however is an extremely skilled fighter if challenged. Always wearing some kind of gold trinket, for obvious, hog-related reasons.

#minecraft #mineblr #minecraft headcanons #minecraft lore #new default skins

[formercreepypastakid]

The Botanist and The Preistess

Summary

Tucked between the small houses of the poor side of the capital there is a little shop. From the outside, it looks like a common house save from the big glass on the front; on the inside the walls are full of hanging herbs, flowers and other plants.

On the other side of the counter, stands a man with a kind smile who's always ready to make some small talk and offer some kind words. That and the sweet smell of the herbs, made a certain pigling hybrid certain that that was the perfect place to take his sick brother.

Author's notes

Happy new Year! Have this one shot as a treat!

If you want to make a similar AU, inspired by this one, feel free as long as you credit me.

Much love,

formercreepypastakid (aka Bela)

The botanist and the preistess

Tucked between the small houses of the poor side of the capital there is a little shop. From the outside, it looks like a common house save from the big glass on the front; on the inside the walls are full of hanging herbs, flowers and other plants.

On the other side of the counter, stands a man with a kind smile who's always ready to make some small talk and offer some kind words. That and the sweet smell of the herbs, made a certain pigling hybrid certain that that was the perfect place to take his sick brother.

Phil was humming a cheerful tone under his breath, turned away from the door, when the bell above the door dingled. "Good morning!" He said automatically. "I'll be with you in a moment!"

"Sir…" sounded a small voice, hesitant, as if the kid was still learning to speak. "My brother is ill."

The botanist turned around instantly and he had to lean over the counter to see the two little things that had entered his shop. The taller one was about the same height as a ten year old, but knowing Piglin anatomy, Phil could tell he was older than that; he carried a smaller one on his back, about the same age, but looking terribly ill.

"Oh goddess." Phil gasped, the kid flinched slightly. "Come here, quick, he doesn't look well." Rushed the botanist, raising the entrance to the counter and guiding the boys through the backdoor that led to the working space.

The taller kid sat his brother down on the chair Phil led him to, but refused to let go of his hand as the botanist hurried around the room to gather the needed things.

"Okay… I need to know a few things before I help, can you answer me some questions." He asked, pulling another chair and sitting in front of the kids.

The kid pondered for a few seconds, looking at his sleeping brother, then he nodded.

"Okay, What’s yours and your brother's names?" Asked Phil

"Technoblade." Said the kid pointing at himself. "Wilbur." he pointed at his brother.

"Okay, now how old are you both?" The botanist asked again.

"Twelve, twins." Technoblade answered, eyeing his twin. “Please, he’s very cold.”

"Alright., don’t worry, I'll be quick." The Botanist seemed to sign in relief, then he stood up, picking up the herbs he had separated and starting to crunch them.

Technoblade looked over at the cauldron bubbling in the corner with mild suspicion. He wanted to go check on it, and look what herbs The Botanist was using, but he also didn’t want to let go of Wilbur's hand. "Name?" He asked instead. He was glad the lady from the temple had allowed him to borrow books during the last month, it would have been a pain to not know any common now.

"Oh! Sorry mate, I haven't introduced myself." Said The Botanist without turning his gaze away from the herbs; "My name is Philza. You did great by coming here, your brother isn't in any immediate danger, but he sure must be in some pain. This potion will help him recover in no time!" He threw the grounded herbs into the cauldron and a sweet smell spreaded through the room.

Wilbur inhaled sharply by Techno’s side, like simply smelling the potion was already relieving his pain. The man turned back to Techno with a kind smile.

“I have no… pay…” Techno said, shyly. They had already used the little gold they had; turns out it wasn’t that valuable outside the nether.

“Pay? Oh there is no need to pay.” Philza sounded so sure that Techno had no courage to retort, after all, the lady from the temple told them to come here, she wouldn't have sent them unless she knew that it would be fine not to pay, right?

“Alright…” Technoblade said.

The botanist made Wilbur swallow the sweet-smelling liquid, then carried him to a room upstairs and laid him on the big bed saying; “There, you two can rest while I make some food.” And Technoblade hoped with all his being that the man was actually safe, because he was so tired that he laid beside Wilbur and fell asleep almost instantly.

Philza made potato stew for the twin hybrids resting in his room, then he got some cough syrup from his storage and set it all aside, wondering if there was anything else he could make.

Through the years, many children had stepped in his shop, some in ragged clothes and little coins on their tiny hands, others with nothing but dirt and pleading looks; Phil took all of them in, some for only hours, others for days, some for weeks or months. Some would come back holding their parent’s hand and saying “look” The potion worked!” others he would never hear from again. None of them were hybrids.

Hybrids were somewhat of a rare sight, mostly because of the hardships of surviving outside their own realm. No wonder the first hybrids he ever saw other than himself were pale and shivering, one of them being very ill due to the temperature difference. Despite that, they seemed fine, well taken care of. It was probably just a reaction to the weather.

With steps light as feathers, Phil inched the door open to check on the children, and saw them both asleep, burrowed beneath the covers and hugged so close he was worried Wilbur would overheat, then he brushed this worry aside, if those kids really came from the nether they would be used to sleeping in piles, probably with other children their age.

Phil wanted to ask them why they left the nether, because judging from their state they were not used to overworld temperatures-

The bell on the front door jingled again and Phil halted on his thoughts, going to the front, if it was another customer he would probably have to turn them down. He opened the door, being met with a familiar face.

“Are they here? Did they arrive safely? God I should have come with them!” Kristin went on a tangent.

“Hey, hey!” He interrupted her, holding his lover’s hands and meeting her eyes. “You mean the two little piglins? They are fine, sleeping safely and sound.” He reassured her, Kristin sighed in relief. “How did you even meet them?”

“I didn’t.” She explained. “They came to the temple to pray and they were oh-so ragged! I couldn’t just let them leave. Besides, I’ve never seen piglin hybrids in the overworld, much less praying to the goddess of death.” As she talked, Phil took her through the back door and sat down at the table with her. After a pause, she continued; “I wish I could have done more for them, not let them get sick at all, but the temple doesn't really have resources for children… Sorry to throw them onto you all of a sudden like this, Phil but I had duties…”

Phil reached for her hand over the table; “Hey, you did amazing, they were clean, well-fed and wearing good clothes, kids just get sick sometimes, it happens. And it’s no big deal! Send me a hundred sick kids and I’ll take care of all of them. I'm a botanist, that’s literally my job!” That took a little snort out of her.

Phil smiled and poured himself a bowl of stew. Maybe he liked this feeling a little too much, chatting in the kitchen while two kids slept in his room. Maybe he was overdue to an expansion to his house, an extra room couldn’t hurt…

The end (maybe)

#sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois fanfic #sbi au #found family #dadza minecraft #philza being dadza #mumza #mumza supremacy #twins duo #piglin hybrid technoblade #piglin hybrid wilbur #botanic academia #kinda? #i love them so much #this was not proof read #no beta we die like men #word count #1273 words #less than 1500 words #Lots of family feels

[daandyli0n]

shadows and gold

summary: Nexus isn’t entirely sure how her life went downhill so fast. 

All she knows, and really cares about, is that her life is finally looking up again. 

And they hope that neither of Them are going to come and ruin it again.

(or, dsmp sona angst, anyone?)

here ya go, @northern-loner!

some things to note about nexus:

- she/her and they/them

- they’re around 13 in this fic, and turned 14 a few weeks later. currently, they’re 15.

- they’re 5’7”

- her species isn’t exactly…known, so to speak. she’s some sort of shadow creature that is Very distantly related to endermen (she can teleport, but only when she’s really, Really emotional (like, we’re talking she’d literally have to be terrified to teleport), and she can only teleport short distances, and, while she doesn’t get hurt much from water, it still feels very uncomfortable against her skin)

- nexus can basically melt into shadows and hide in them.

- golden blood. because Yes.

- they are the local cryptid

- nexus speaks some odd mixture of Enchantment Language and Enderspeak (the language itself is referred to Ancient Enderspeak). their vocal chords aren’t entirely made for speaking any other languages (except maybe Modern Enderspeak and Piglin), so while they can understand Common, they can’t speak it without extreme difficulty. they mostly just communicate through gestures and writing in a book.

- you know how i said earlier that water kinda hurts her but mostly just feels uncomfortable? guess how dream and punz usually tried to kill her. go ahead and guess.

- died and was revived about 4-5 times. at least 3 of those times involved water.

- their limbo is the exact opposite of tommy’s: bright, loud, and overall overstimulating for them.

- they joined around the manberg era

- nexus was raised from age 6 by an older woman in the woods. she has no memory prior to this.

- the woman’s name was mrs. beatrice. nexus will typically still refer to her as such despite the fact that she’s practically her mother.

- nexus is basically feral. sure, they can Act civilized, and are typically pretty good at that, but, especially after their time in the laboratory, they aren’t…perfect at acting “normal.” most people don’t mind, usually.

- nex is basically a Very Weird Cryptid Cat.

warnings: mentioned torture, mentioned human experimentation (technically not human, but y’know), body horror (would having gold blood + the wounds that would come with that, and also being a weird shadow cryptid and having that sort of anatomy count as body horror?), blood and wounds, child death/murder (remember, nexus is 13 in this), nexus has a breakdown/panic attack, mentioned kidnapping and home invasion, and some repetition in some places. if i missed any, let me know!

alright! time for the fic! this sure is a way to introduce a character-

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She stumbled through the woods, simply hugging herself for warmth and comfort. Her t-shirt was horrifically ripped; the fact that she could even still wear it was a shock in itself. Her tail swatted around at everything behind her. Thank the Primes her paws made her steps quiet. She couldn’t take any chances. Not anymore.

She was free. Finally free.

They weren’t fully certain how any of this happened. One minute they were caring for their farm animals, enjoying their quiet life in the woods. The next? They were being dragged by two strange travelers(?) to some laboratory in the middle of nowhere.

They didn’t even do anything! They had simply opened the door and tried to ask the guys if they needed something: A break? Some food? Maybe some materials? 

Had..had she done something wrong…? Had she broken some unspoken social rule Players had, one that Mrs. Beatrice-her Mother-had forgotten to teach her? She had just wanted to help! What if they were tired?

Anyway, she barely remembered the events of the laboratory. It was all a blur. All she remembered was water, pain, fear, death, everything is just too bright, everything was just too much, too loud, too bright, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, make it stop, make it stop-

And then, in one of their frequent moments of panic, they were out. They disappeared into the shadows and spent the rest of their time hiding in the darkness. Apparently, the Masked Man-Dream, if Nex was remembering right-and the Guy in the White Hoodie-Punz, apparently-didn’t know that they could do that. 

Huh. She thought that they would’ve learned about that at some point during the experiments. She guessed not.

Eventually, the pair disappeared for several weeks. She decided to come out of hiding, deciding it was safe. It took her a little while to finally make her way out (hours? days? weeks?). So here she was:

Hungry. Alone. Defenseless. Afraid.

At some point, the woods ended and turned into a plains biome. They didn’t like this. Less trees meant less hiding spots. But they didn’t want to complain. They were tired. They just wanted to rest.

The place looked blown up as they walked around, looking for a place to finally just pass out. A bunch of creepers, maybe? There was also a bunch of random stuff around…a christmas tree, a mostly-burnt tent, some light posts…a bunch of bedrock spelling out…something. They didn’t really care too much at the moment. The oddest thing was a tall pillar with a crater directly underneath it. 

At this point, Nex was too tired to really keep searching. They finally collapsed in the crater. Okay, maybe they could rest for now…

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They were awoken to the sound of the portal swirling. Someone was here.

She bolted up from her position. Someone was here.

Being careful to stay hidden, she stayed low but peaked from the crater. There was a voice. It…wasn’t one she recognized. A figure came into view. It was a sheep hybrid dressed in a pirate captain’s outfit.

It was odd. Nex had met only one sheep hybrid in their time here. And that was during their first few days. It was actually the reason why they chose to live so far from everyone…

…The Ram Man, who they had never gotten the name of, wasn’t very nice to them.

Maybe this hybrid was related to him?

But she didn’t get more time to really think about that, as the Sheep Pirate began sprinting towards the crater. Dashing into the shadows (and melting into them), Nex attempted to listen in on what the hybrid was saying.

They seemed to be talking about someone named Tommy and an exile. It…sounded like they were mourning? 

(The name sounded familiar. Wasn’t that the kid Dream kept bringing up? That was the one part of his conversations that Nexus had ever really heard him bring up constantly. All they really knew about this kid was that Dream really seemed to like bringing him up. Not that they really listened to what he was talking about. They were too tired for that.

Death sure took a lot of energy out of you…)

Eventually, the hybrid began to build some form of a memorial, supposedly for this “Tommy” guy. Nexus thought that now would probably be a good time for them to leave. They were intruding on something personal.

But, just as she tried to leave, the hybrid suddenly turned around and stared straight at her. And she froze. It was when they started trying to step towards her that she started to panic more.

Were they going to attack her? Had they also been looking for her? Were-were they going to drag her back there? She couldn’t go back! She couldn’t, she couldn’t, please no, please no, please no-

They nearly jumped out of their skin when the sheep hybrid lightly touched their arm. They were staring at Nex with concern, and upon seeing their panic simply muttered an apology, while they continued to check out their arm.

Nexus didn’t like looking at the scars that littered their body after…everything. And so, as a result, first aid wasn’t really a forethought. Besides, they really didn’t have anything to do first aid with. So, they had left the golden and shimmering wounds open and untreated.

Apparently, Sheep Pirate had found that concerning. Not that Nex could really blame them.

“Uh..are-are you okay? These look like-how are you not dead? How are these not infected?!” the Sheep Pirate asked.

The act of the Sheep Pirate grabbing onto some of the more open wounds made Nexus wince. She tried not to show too much discomfort as they (she?) kept poking around her other injuries.

“How-how did you even get here?” the Sheep Pirate questioned.

Nexus blinked up at her(?). “⟟-⟟'⋔ ⋏⍜⏁ ⏁⍜⍜ ⌇⎍⍀⟒ ⋔⊬⌇⟒⌰⎎...” (‘I-I'm not too sure myself...’).

Sheep Pirate just stared at them, having clearly not understood what they said. Oh right, not everyone understood Ancient Enderspeak. Made sense. 

“Uh…what’s your name…?”

“⋏⟒⌖⎍⌇” (‘Nexus’).

She sighed, pulling out an empty journal and handing it to Nexus. “Could you write it down for me?”

And so she did. She held up the page with her name (and a question) written out:

“Nexus. And what is yours?”

Sheep Pirate cleared her throat. “I’m Puffy. Nice to meet you.”

As she helped Nexus up, she muttered something about “getting them some medical attention” while dragging them towards the portal. Puffy dragged them back to the “main area” of the server and to a building (her house, maybe?). It was there the pirate tried to treat their wounds (apparently, the fact that none of the wounds were infected was a “miracle”), and by the end of it, they were practically covered in bandages. Puffy lent them a sweater, but said they could keep it. She even offered to help them find their house and their stuff. 

(Nex was honestly considering moving to be closer to here. They couldn’t stand being lonely anymore.)

But first the pair took a tour around the server. The place was pretty beautiful even if it was just covered in craters in multiple places. But that was fine. Nexus could handle that.

(And if the pair ran into the Eggpire in the middle of their tour, and Nexus was hiding behind Puffy? Well, they were already incredibly anxious to begin with, as well as injured. She didn’t pay much attention to it.

Nobody (except for one person) noticed that Nex kept staring one member from the Eggpire down.

And nobody really noticed that said person was also looking right back at them.

Puffy tried to ignore the fact that Nexus would hide behind her when Punz showed up.

She thought it was just because of the Eggpire.)

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hope y’all enjoy this! poor nex, she really needs a break-

#dsmp sona #dsmpsona #p0psy storytime #<--finally! i can use the writing tag i've been wanting to use! #nexus has a bad time: the fic #oc: nexus

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

divine intervention

by rinredacted

The suspense kills him. Finally, Techno draws in a breath, speaking. “What were you thinking, Tommy? What were you thinking?”

His chest falls. Dizzy, Tommy lurches forward and back, white-knuckled as he grips the chair. “I was— I was,” he mutters breathlessly, and it’s then that his body chooses to give out on him, his knees buckling under him. Whether it’s from fatigue or fear, Tommy doesn’t know, but it elicits a displeased chuff from Techno, who takes two long strides to catch him before he can hit the floor.

Decades ago, the age old god Technoblade made a promise to a companion to return a favor: protect his next of kin. Later, when this promise is threatened, Techno is forced to save Tommy Ingrahm's life by introducing him to godhood. Tommy is expected to be grateful and satisfied, but the boy has his own swarm of problems— and trying to combat them all on his own isn't working out so well.

Words: 8908, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot

Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson, Technoblade & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Gods, Deities, Deity Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Deity TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Space, Outer Space, Superpowers, TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), Immortal Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is So Done (Video Blogging RPF), Immortal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Brotherly Love, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Angst, Bedrock Bros, Found Family

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39865863

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is

[amberstormblade]

Part two of the Viking Piglin AU is here!! If the formatting is off, I apologize! I’m doing this on mobile in my work parking lot. Also, I’m pretending the second level of Grady’s tavern has bedrooms in it because I don’t actually know what’s there so it would make sense.

One last thing! Probably! If you haven’t already, go check out @arckiaym ‘s really cool art that they’ve made based on the concept of this AU! It’s super cool and amazing and I wish to absorb their talent because it’s just that great!

(Hope it’s okay that I tagged you arck, I can probably untag you if you want)

Part One

Legundo had never realized how small Viking was before. He was alway moving around, phasing through things, almost like he was incapable of standing still. But now, as he sat there, shaking in his arms, it was painfully obvious. His jacket hung so loosely off his frame that he was practically drowning in it. The blood that was dripping from his mouth and the pain and confusion painting his eyes didn’t help either.

Speaking of the blood, Joy came over with a damp cloth and started to wipe it away, being extra careful next to the new tusks that were poking from his mouth. They were so short still, it reminded him of the members of his bastion that were fresh from training. While they were technically adults, they were all still so young. Looking at Viking now, he’d fit right in with them. He could see his new tail twitching behind him, as he and Joy now worked together to try and clean his face off. It was obvious that he didn’t have full control over it and that it was bothering him a great deal.

Exhaustion rolled off of Viking in waves. It was clear that the transformation had taken a great deal of energy out of him and that if he wasn’t moved soon, Legundo would become his personal pillow. Viking looked lost in thought in spite of this. He hadn’t spoken much after the initial reveal of his coming back to life, most likely due to the shock of the situation.

“You could set him in my bed for now.” Joy suggested. “Unless you think it would be okay to use the waystones with him. Not quite sure how teleporting would affect the newly revived though.”

Viking jumped at the sudden noise, almost as if he had forgotten that he wasn’t alone. He was quick to cut off any response Legundo had, however. “I’ll be alright. I can just,” He grunts as he shifts to stand, it’s a slightly different noise than what he would have made before and he can’t hold back a flinch. “I can make my way back to my place and then just-” He’s cut off as his legs collapse under him, Joy and Legundo being the only things stopping him from bashing his head on the floor. They gently lower him back down so he can catch his breath.

“Yeah, no offense bud, but I know I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while. Joy probably isn’t either.” She nods in agreement. “You just went through something extremely traumatic to say the least and you’re probably going to need some help. Who knows what’s going to be different now!” Legundo shifted a bit, trying to keep a good grip on Viking. It was a little difficult with the height difference but he and Joy were making it work for now.

“What other differences could there possibly be?” Viking asked, sounding at least slightly in denial of this whole situation. “I mean, I’m fleshy again, sure. That’s going to make it a little more difficult to get in and out of my house but I’ll get by. The tail, also a difference but it’s literally attached to me so I figure I’ll-” As Viking started to ramble, Legs slipped a gold ingot out of his inventory and held it in his face. The younger instantly quieted, all interest now focused on the gold. His pupils dilated until his eyes were practically black and he started making little rumbling sounds. Legundo then put the ingot back in his inventory and Viking seemed to snap back to reality.

“Well you definitely have some new instincts to deal with!” Legundo said with a bit of a chuckle. After a second however, he grimaced slightly, almost speaking to himself. “I’m going to need to teach you about those, aren’t I?”

“Where’d the shiny go?!” Viking was almost distressed, still teetering on the edge of his sudden fixation. “Why did that happen? Why would gold of all things make me do, um, do whatever the heck that was!”

“I’ll explain it to you, don’t worry. Just need to think of a good way to do it.” Legs sighed. He then helped Viking stand again, making sure to go slow just in case.

The small group made their way over to the waystone while Joy and Legundo explained that the transformation seemed to have given him some piglin instincts as well as the obvious physical features. Legs had decided that the best thing for right now would be bringing him to spawn so he could rest until the meet up that was happening that evening. Then they would bring up this development with everyone else and figure out where to go from there. Joy decided to stay back for now as she wanted to start researching into what had happened further and make sure that Viking would be okay. It was only after they had arrived at spawn that Viking noticed something else.

“The sun!” He stared at the sky in awe, almost as if seeing it for the first time. “It-it feels… It feels amazing!”

“Oh yeah, it kind of just hurt you before, didn’t it?” asked Legs, who was still supporting most of his weight. “Not catching on fire must feel nice, huh?”

Viking let out a hum, eyes closed and seemingly soaking up the warmth that he had been missing out on for a long time. He seemed to sag into Legundo as exhaustion threatened to drag him down once more, only to jolt back awake as a strange rumbling sound seemed to come from him. Legs sighed and scooped him up so they could travel faster, deciding to explain yet another new trait along the way.

“Us piglins are capable of making a wide array of noises. That rumbling is something similar to a cat purring, it can mean different things depending on the situation. Sometimes it’s used to help calm others or you make it when you’re calm or content. Sometimes it’ll happen if piglin feel sick but that’s mostly in younger ones. Although, I’m not sure how that would work with you, considering the circumstances.” Viking was doing his best to listen but all he could manage was a small grunt to acknowledge that he’d even heard anything. “Don’t suppose you’re awake enough to point me to your place, are you?” When Viking didn’t respond Legundo just sighed. “All the action today really tired you out, huh. Guess we’ll see if there’s space for you to rest in the tavern, I’m sure Grady won’t mind.”

#dominion smp #dominion au #legundo #viking pilot #viking piglin au #tw blood #not graphic just mentioned for the most part

[starry-bi-sky]

Hot take but fanfics that depict piglins having nothing but a Toxic Warrior Culture are BORING and uncreative

#piglins #minecraft #nether #is the Toxic Warrior Culture plot convenient? sure #but is it original? creative? #giving depth to an entire fucking culture of non-human sentient beings? #NO. #Toxic Warrior Culture wouldnt last a year folks because it doesn’t support the rest of the economy and infrastructure #we’re giving depth to the funky humanoid pigs goddamit #YOUR piglins might prioritize being Warriors over anything else and considering Being Anything Else disgraceful #and abuse their children through rigorous and unhealthy training #but MY piglins consider their children to be sacred and understands that while their children will have to train to survive in Literal Hell #fighting is not the Only Thing waiting for them and that they can DO other things #like being one of the caretakers or traders or healers or hunters #Yk. stuff that will actually support their economy other than Hurr Durr Fight Shit Be Toxic Masculine #like im sorry yall are so unsexy that you havent even come up with a language name for piglins #that isn’t ‘speaking piglin’

[the-final-sif]

Important notes for the Convict Childcare AU:

c!Dream does not know that Michael is c!Tubbo / c!Ranboo’s adopted son. He literally has no idea where, why, or how c!Sam got a zombie piglin child.

c!Dream initially believes that Michael is c!Sam trying to get him to be attached to something so Michael can be used against him. He starts to realize that isn’t the case, but still goes out of his way to convince c!Sam he doesn’t like Michael.

c!Dream actually attempts to use the revival book on Michael to see if it can cure his zombification. XD shows up, but he can’t cure the zombification without basically remaking Michael. Instead, he just heals what damage he can and mitigates the rest of the symptoms so that Michael won’t experience any more flesh decay, should only deal with mild aches, and won’t be infectious towards or instinctively rejected by piglins.

The healed damage means that while Michael still can’t talk, he gains back a lot of usage of his hands. This means he can learn some sign language!

c!Dream struggles to teach and communicate through sign language due to nerve damage in his own hands from the torture, but the two of them make it work.

The first signs c!Dream teaches Michael are “hide” and “help”.

c!Sam doesn’t know any sign so he gets pissy about the two of them using “secret codes” around him. c!Dream just teaches Michael to be subtle about it.

Speaking of c!Sam, Michael is scared of him. Both on account of “scary man who I don’t know who removed me from the care of someone I did know” and “my caretaker is clearly scared of this person so I should be too.”

At some point, after c!Sam has had enough time to build something he considers secure enough to hold c!Dream for at least a period of time, c!Sam tries to separate the two of them.

It goes. Poorly.

Michael was okay with leaving c!Dream for short periods, but being separated completely and left with c!Sam leaves him inconsolable. He’s constantly trying to run, crying, and refuses to eat or let c!Sam take care of him in anyway.

c!Sam spins a narrative in his head that c!Dream has somehow brainwashed Michael to be against him, and tries to force c!Dream to “fix” the problem.

c!Dream at least attempts to give c!Sam advice on how to take care of Michael around the torture, but c!Sam is stuck on the idea that there’s no way this could be because of his behavior.

Ultimately, c!Sam forgets that Michael is a piglin and makes the mistake of coming back into his room with the smell of c!Dream’s blood on his clothing.

Michael goes feral, attacking c!Sam, doing serious damage and almost dying to c!Sam’s thorns enchantment.

c!Sam can’t even get in the same room as Michael without drugging him with potions. So, in a rare moment of admitting defeat, c!Sam returns Michael to c!Dream under the guise of it being “because he has more work to do on the new prison.”

Michael latches onto c!Dream and Will Not Let go. c!Dream doesn’t sleep at all that night, partially because he’s scared of losing Michael again, and partially because he’s already grappling with the fact he’s going to need to give Michael away as soon as he’s free because there’s literally no way he’s going to be able to safely raise a child.

#c!dream #michael beloved #michael_beloved #dreamwastaken #c!sam #c!awesamdude #dsmp #dream smp #convict childcare au #sif speaks #my headcanons #side note #c!dream has no idea that c!Ranboo is dead #my dude is out of the loop on everything #mentioned abuse #mentioned torture

[kun-bands]

bunny hybrid reader

ft. dream, george and techno

nsfw! dom! dream, geogre, techno (seperate), sub! fem reader, degradation, not proofread lol

dream

again, tugs your ears oops

kind of prey and predator style :)

·˚ ༘

“D-Dream- nghhhhh!” As you stuggled to keep yourself on your elbows, Dream rutted his hips deeper into your cunt, his tip brushing gracefully against your cervix in a way that makes your head cloud.

“You like that, little bunny? You like having your little pussy wrecked?” He whispered against your ear as he watched your face contort in pleasure, tongue lolling out. Dream smirked to himself as he thrusted in and out of you harder, nearly making you scream out of pure ecstasy.

“D-Dream!! Gahhh- p-please... Hhhnnggg!” You gripped the bed sheets tighter than before, beads of sweat rolling down you body as you were a second away from cumming.

God, the pure shock mixed with pleasure that suddenly rushed through your body when Dream suddenly yanked on your ears. “Come on bunny, spit it.” Dream smirked as he grinded against your tight pussy. A cry coming out of you. “Please- please make me cum! I w-want to cum!”

“You should’ve said so sooner.”

george

i like to think george would be cocky about it

he’s kind of mean- but he just can’t help it okay :(

·˚ ༘

George pushed your head against the mattress muffling your screams of pure delight as he thrusted harder and faster. His goal in mind for tonight was to make you his dumb bunny slut.

“You’re such a whore did you know that? Getting pounded just keeps you going, huh? Dirty slut.” He sneered as he hit a particular spot, making you jolt and moan louder than you intended. It was like music to his ears, really.

George held up your hips as your legs was on the verge on being jello. The pleasure was too much to bear, your tears slowly galling down your face whilst you locked hands with George. His pace slightly faltered before he went back to his relentless pace. “I’m going to- hhhh... break you. You want that? I know you do.”

No words coming out of you, too exhausted. Instead you lazily nodded while keeping your upper body up as best as you could. It seems George didn’t want that though.

His other hand let go of your hips, pulling on your ear but making sure to not hurt you. “Speak up.” George hissed. Chocked sobs left your mouth, dried tears visible against the faint light coming from the bedside lamp post. “P-Please... Harder- George... Please! Please!”

“Aww darling.” George cood as he caressed your cheek lovingly. “Anything for you.”

technoblade

degrades you

and also may or may not break you :v

·˚ ༘

Techo loved everything about you, and one of the things he loves the most is your size difference. He looms over your figure, him and his large stature and you, a small and fragile bunny. He could break you like you, like a ragdoll or a twig.

And that was what’s exactly what he was going to do.

You twitched under him as you felt him bury his seed inside you, filling you up. “Now isn’t this a lovely sight, isn’t it my love?” Techno brushed off the strands of hair that was clinging to your forehead thanks to your sweat. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, you didn’t realize Techno was still inside you.

He groaned, grabbing your hips to make you stop. Yoy gulped harshly as he went against your ear. His hot breath fanning against the sensitive part of your ear making you shut your eyes and squeak slightly.

“What are you trying to do, little rabbit?” You shook your head no, but Techno knew you wanted something. Without a warning, the half piglin thrusted his full length into you, knocking your breath away. You felt it almost enter your womb as you squirmed in slight discomfort.

Techno noticed this and pulled out slightly, but still enough to make you feel so full. “You better speak up, whore.”

“Eeek! P-Please..”

“Please what? Use your words, darling.” Techno chucked, once again grinding against your now bruised cervix. The feeling making you hot and bothered.

“Please ruin- ruin me Tech... Make me y-your little bunny cum dump!”

To which Techno fulfilled with burning desire and pleasure.

a request from my other acc. sorry anon- i dont really know how to write for sapnap atm :( also got carried away w techno oops <3

- kun

#mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound smut #technoblade smut #dreamwastaken x reader smut #georgenotfound x reader smut #technoblade x reader smut #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader #kink.choking

[terrible-leviathan]

Hc that Ranboo teaches Tubbo certain phrases in enderman so:

when Ranboo is in distress (or in his enderstate) Tubbo tries to speak in enderman to calm Ranboo down. It works despite Tubbo basically screeching

When they need to speak in private they just switch to enderman

Ranboo sometimes reads bedtime stories to Michael in enderman so Michael is almost able to replicate certain words in enderman

Sometimes Tubbo would just speak in enderman at random times esp when there's people around to freak them out

Philza: is Tubbo alright?

Ranboo: let me ask. Tubbo u good?

Tubbo: *unholy screeching*

Ranboo: oh yeah he just wants a burger.

Philza:

Philza: what the fu-

Tommy didn't want to be left out so he asked forced Ranboo to teach him enderman and now he's terrorizing the whole smp with his unholy screeching while every enderman in radius is able to actually understand this racoon child.

Ranboo isn't sure if this is the worst decision he has ever made or the funniest decision he has ever made

The enderman that pop up are less hostile towards Tubbo now cuz he would just chirp some phrase in enderman and they would just pat his head and then teleport away

Tubbo immediately formed a plan to have an enderman army

Ranboo tries to stop him cuz Tubbo w t f

They normally greet each other by either headbutting or saying hi in enderman

Michael ofc adapts those ways of greeting people so u would normally see a zombified piglin headbutting people's knees or screeching out something

(Ranboo wouldn't stop crying /pos for days when Michael started saying a phrase that meant "peanut butter" rather than "hi" and he's damn proud of his son)

Tubbo, Michael, and Tommy despite their enderman-speak being hella rusty and bad honestly makes Ranboo feel safe and comfortable reminds him of home

#this is in honor of philza's recent stream ft. the bee duo #i just thought it was neat that ranboo literally understood what tubbo was saying #mcyt #dream smp #tubbo #ranboo #michael underscore beloved #tommyinnit #bee duo

[dreamsclock]

Idea that makes no sense but I think is very funny; the other time traveller is Technoblade. All of his “characters” in Tales? They arent just all coincidentally Piglins Techno just puts on increasingly elaborate costumes and just goes back in time to hang out. His favorite hobby was driving immortal Dream crazy by insisting no of course he’s not the same person that make no sense

“So,” Dream says loudly, eyes rimmed red from sleeplessness, “let me get this straight.”

“Good luck,” Techno says helpfully.

His rival’s eye twitches.

“You’re Technoblade.” 

“Good start.”

“And this-” With a flourish, Dream pulls a sheet from a wall, and Techno almost cries laughing at the huge detective red-string board Dream has made. He holds himself together, just. This must have taken Dream weeks. It’s covered with photographs of him in various outfits across various years, all of them wearing the same deadpan expression. String decorates the board generously, with frantically scribbled notes covering the board almost entirely. “This is Sir Billiam.”

Techno peers closer. Dream is pointing at a photo of a young aristocratic Piglin from the nineteenth century, the very picture of authoritative wealth. “Handsome guy,” he says, and Dream laughs in frustration, “old picture. How’d you get this?”

“I-” Dream fumbles, and Techno watches him try to think of an excuse other than I’m immortal for why he’d have a photo from the nineteenth century. “I... inherited it.”

“From what family?” Techno grins. “And they didn’t even leave you a house in the inheritance? Lame.”

“No, no, you’re not gonna distract me from this.” Not to be deterred, Dream points at the photo of Sir Billiam, and then to Techno. Techno blinks, unbothered. “How are you gonna deny it? You’re- You’re him!”

“Dream,” Techno drawls, “and here I thought we were friends. Do you really believe I’d ever be rich? I’m the archnemesis of capitalism and inherited wealth, Dream. This guy - handsome though he is, and probably super clever and all that - is nothing like me.”

Dream drags his hands down his face. “You’re telling me you’re not this guy? This Piglin? Who has the same scars and everything as you?”

“I mean, he’s missin’ a few. The one over my forehead is one he doesn’t have. He’s missing the scar on his hand, too-”

“I just gave you that, you’re such an idiot!” Taking a deep breath, Dream does his best to recover. “Fine. Okay. Let’s say I believe you. A coincidence, right? One is a coincidence. But two?”

This time, he points wildly at another picture - a painting this time, oil painting, if Techno remembers correctly - of another Piglin, this one looking grizzled and in a Sheriff’s uniform. He does have the forehead scar, and looks even more like Techno than Sir Billiam.

“Two? Two’s suspicious. Two is weird.”

Techno lets the silence settle for a minute, before chuckling.

“Sherman Thompson? Kind of a stupid name. You sure these aren’t your OCs?”

“Oh, come on, now.” Dream says flatly, breaking into a pace. The immortal looks feverish - man, Techno thinks, how long has he been thinking about this? “You don’t think this is even slightly suspicious? You don’t think I don’t know what you are by now?”

“Mean way to speak about us Piglins-”

“I’m not talking about you being a Piglin,” Dream groans, “you’re- I mean, you’re immortal, right? This- This- These are you. All of these-”

Both of them turn back to the board, with a dozen other pictures scattered over the side surface with various desperate-looking notes and details attached.

“They’re all you, right?”

“...Riiiight,” Techno says, patronisingly, and Dream looks like he’s going to start laughing or crying, “totally, man. When was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t need sleep. I need answers.”

“I mean, none of these are me.”

“Prove it.”

“Prove... that a sheriff Piglin from hundreds and hundreds of years ago isn’t me, Technoblade, twenty two years old.” Techno lets the words fluster Dream before continuing. “Okay. I promise that all those photos and paintings aren’t me.”

Technically, he’s not even lying. One of the photos is just some random Piglin. Techno has never seen him before in his life. 

Dream sinks back into a chair at the Syndicate, burying his head in his hands. He has the air of a man who has suffered eternally at the hands of God. “I don’t get it,” he mutters, “I was so sure.”

Techno pats his back as he walks out, finally grinning. “Get some sleep, man,” he tells him, “all that time in prison melted your brain. Can you believe this guy?” He calls to Philza, as he leaves the room. “Thinks I’m some kind of immortal. Can you imagine?”

Out of Dream’s earshot, Philza bursts into laughter, and Techno allows himself a smirk.

“You’re going to ruin that man’s sleep schedule forever,” Philza says, “he won’t stop until he knows you’re a time traveller, mate.”

“I know, I know, and then he’ll be mad at me for not telling him, and won’t talk to me for a few days,” Techno grins, “in my defence, it’s pretty funny. He’s got a board now, Phil. Hold on, I gotta decide when to travel back to next. I want to give him a new photo to add to the collection.”

(And, when he travels back just long enough to snap a photo of himself and hand it personally to a very bemused kid-Dream, Techno finally laughs to himself.)

(Maybe it’s unethical to tease a guy who was tortured for three months, but hey, ethics have never really been his style.)

#> rivalsblr #> c!rivals #> blood for the blood god #> that one clock guy #> angel of death #> writing !!